Chapter One
Sydney watched Parker in horror, as she loaded her gun, secured it and put it back into her holster. She had this determined look on her face, the look he had hoped she would never show again.
"Parker, what's going on? Lyles been giving clues, but he won't tell what's up."
Sydney showed his worry, but as soon as Parker looked him in the eyes, he knew, she had her walls back up and he wouldn't get through to her.
She pulled out a DSA and handed it to him.
"Watch this. It will explain everything. We have a lead on Jarod. Lyle and me will be heading out."
She grabbed her cellphone, which was laying on the desk, then headed out of the office.
Sydney twisted the DSA in his hands, not sure if he really wanted to know the contents. But regarding Parkers behaviour it would be something damned important.
***
Jarod still limped.
He knew, it would take some time, until his wound would heal.
Sometimes helping people could be very painful.
What was worrying him, though, was he fact, that he was already staying here to long. The possibility that the Centre found a hint on his whereabouts, was growing bigger every second.
Jarod walked back to the entry. The world spun around him and his breath was laboured. He was to weak to be on his own feet for long.
"Jarod, here you are!"
Dr. Mattison smiled at him.
"I heard you were at the Gym in the morning. You shouldn't push so much. Your wounds are healing well, but you need rest."
Jarod nodded. He didn't have the time. If they found him here, he wouldn't have the strenght to escape.
"I can't stay here any longer, Doctor!" he stated, knowing Mr. Mattison wouldn't accept any of his reasons. For days he wondered if he should tell her the truth.
"Jarod, I know, you have trouble somewhere, but it doesn't work this way. You can't run away from trouble all your life."
Jarod nodded resigned. No, the truth was not an option at the moment.
At the moment he had lost control totally. He was dependant on doctors and their capabilities. He had to trust people, that they would not let him down. He'd never done that before. He didn't like the weakness. But he couldn't change fact, as hard as he tried.
His left leg was still sore. The bullet had hit the bone, but luckily had not shattered it. Still, they had to operate the bullet out and stabilize the leg. Worse was the bullett that had hit him in the head.
It was a wonder, that his brain had not been damaged, but the bullett had missed the nerve centres. Again, very luckily. Then the bullet in the chest had been the most dangerous. The injury had not been very complicated, but the doctors had had problems to stop the internal bleeding, caused by the projectile. AB negative wasn't the most popular blood type.
He'd been on the verge of death for nearly two weeks, until the doctors decided, he would make it.
It was the first time, that one of his pretends hadn't worked out as simmed. Actually everything would have been perfect, if not for one person. Jarod could have sworn, Jamie Macalister was innocent.
She was so sweet and soft. She didn't seem to wish anyone bad luck. But in this case, she had fooled him completely. He had assumed her on his side, to help him expose the murderer of her husband.
Gordon Sumnet was guilty as hell. Jarod knew and he had wanted to prove it with Jamies help. But she had betrayed him instead. Gordon acted just as Jarod had simmed it, but of course he did, since he knew every little detail of Jarods plan. He played along and Jarod seemed to be in full control until the moment, where Jamie showed herself and gave Gordon the gun.
Jarod had tried to run, but couldn't. Gordon had shot him in the leg. Jarod had lost the ground under his feet and had fallen to the ground. Then both had towered over him and had explained, how easy it had been to plan the perfect murder. And now everyone would believe, Jarod was another of the killers victims. That was when Jarod lost consciousness. He didn't feel the last two bulletts anymore, luckily again, he thought.
Jarod shook. He would have to take care that Jamie and Gordon would get what they deserved.
Sydney watched Parker in horror, as she loaded her gun, secured it and put it back into her holster. She had this determined look on her face, the look he had hoped she would never show again.
"Parker, what's going on? Lyles been giving clues, but he won't tell what's up."
Sydney showed his worry, but as soon as Parker looked him in the eyes, he knew, she had her walls back up and he wouldn't get through to her.
She pulled out a DSA and handed it to him.
"Watch this. It will explain everything. We have a lead on Jarod. Lyle and me will be heading out."
She grabbed her cellphone, which was laying on the desk, then headed out of the office.
Sydney twisted the DSA in his hands, not sure if he really wanted to know the contents. But regarding Parkers behaviour it would be something damned important.
***
Jarod still limped.
He knew, it would take some time, until his wound would heal.
Sometimes helping people could be very painful.
What was worrying him, though, was he fact, that he was already staying here to long. The possibility that the Centre found a hint on his whereabouts, was growing bigger every second.
Jarod walked back to the entry. The world spun around him and his breath was laboured. He was to weak to be on his own feet for long.
"Jarod, here you are!"
Dr. Mattison smiled at him.
"I heard you were at the Gym in the morning. You shouldn't push so much. Your wounds are healing well, but you need rest."
Jarod nodded. He didn't have the time. If they found him here, he wouldn't have the strenght to escape.
"I can't stay here any longer, Doctor!" he stated, knowing Mr. Mattison wouldn't accept any of his reasons. For days he wondered if he should tell her the truth.
"Jarod, I know, you have trouble somewhere, but it doesn't work this way. You can't run away from trouble all your life."
Jarod nodded resigned. No, the truth was not an option at the moment.
At the moment he had lost control totally. He was dependant on doctors and their capabilities. He had to trust people, that they would not let him down. He'd never done that before. He didn't like the weakness. But he couldn't change fact, as hard as he tried.
His left leg was still sore. The bullet had hit the bone, but luckily had not shattered it. Still, they had to operate the bullet out and stabilize the leg. Worse was the bullett that had hit him in the head.
It was a wonder, that his brain had not been damaged, but the bullett had missed the nerve centres. Again, very luckily. Then the bullet in the chest had been the most dangerous. The injury had not been very complicated, but the doctors had had problems to stop the internal bleeding, caused by the projectile. AB negative wasn't the most popular blood type.
He'd been on the verge of death for nearly two weeks, until the doctors decided, he would make it.
It was the first time, that one of his pretends hadn't worked out as simmed. Actually everything would have been perfect, if not for one person. Jarod could have sworn, Jamie Macalister was innocent.
She was so sweet and soft. She didn't seem to wish anyone bad luck. But in this case, she had fooled him completely. He had assumed her on his side, to help him expose the murderer of her husband.
Gordon Sumnet was guilty as hell. Jarod knew and he had wanted to prove it with Jamies help. But she had betrayed him instead. Gordon acted just as Jarod had simmed it, but of course he did, since he knew every little detail of Jarods plan. He played along and Jarod seemed to be in full control until the moment, where Jamie showed herself and gave Gordon the gun.
Jarod had tried to run, but couldn't. Gordon had shot him in the leg. Jarod had lost the ground under his feet and had fallen to the ground. Then both had towered over him and had explained, how easy it had been to plan the perfect murder. And now everyone would believe, Jarod was another of the killers victims. That was when Jarod lost consciousness. He didn't feel the last two bulletts anymore, luckily again, he thought.
Jarod shook. He would have to take care that Jamie and Gordon would get what they deserved.